Believe Me Novels & Stories

“Let me believe you guys aren’t pretty close like you just said.” “For real, you don’t believe me?” I asked. “Lucaa, I’m not lying.” “I didn’t say you’re lying, I only said I’m going to believe you for now.” I rolled my eyes as we made our way in.

Because the problem is… I don’t know if I believe him. And worse, I fear that I am already and, I don’t know if I want to.

“I’ll always believe you.” Her breath hitched just slightly as I continued, “There’s conviction in your eyes, something raw and unshakable. I've come to believe that anything is possible with you. That maybe fate isn't just some myth we feed ourselves to get through pain. I love you, Edeline. I’ll believe you—hell, I’ll believe you before I even consider that you’re crazy.” I let out a low chuckle, brushing a loose strand of her hair back behind her ear.

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believed in me? Do what you want to do. The words echoed in my mind as I turned back to my laptop. My fingers found the keyboard. I can't afford to make mistakes.

Something older and more tired than anger. “Do you believe everything he tells you?” “Do you believe everything you tell yourself?” Sixteen. She was sixteen and she said it without blinking. “I’m not the enemy here,” I said. “I know it looks like I am but I need you to trust me when I tell you there are things about your father that you don’t know yet.”

"How am I supposed to believe that? How am I supposed to believe anything you say? I mean….you’ve been lying to me all this while. I’m still trying to trust and believe you but it’s not wor king.” "I don't know. I don't know how to prove it to you. But it's the truth. Every word of it."

As long as we don't have to dissect it, I'm more than willing to do anything. I almost jumped when Bill spoke up next to me, "So can we hit the road?" He raised an eyebrow at me and tilted his head to the side. That was the gesture he'd been giving me throughout his stay here. The gesture that clearly told me 'I know , that you're screwed and I know for whom. When are you going to do something about it?' .

To call her foolish. I do none of those things. Instead, I quietly say, "You don't have to believe me." She looks confused. "What?" “You don’t have to believe me, nor Jayden, nor any rumours. You need facts, and the only way you can get the answers you need is by getting those facts yourself.” She studies my face for a long time. "You really mean that." I nod. "I do." "What if the facts prove you're guilty?" "I'll accept it."

He said he loved me, but he never trusted me. I wanted to question Hanson, to scream it at him. But he couldn't hear or see me. Everything I wanted to say dissolved into nothing. "If you want to know whether Tess is your child, we can run a DNA test for you," Amelia said quietly. She looked at Tess, who was curled up beside my body, small and silent. Those eyes looked exactly like Hanson's. Anyone could see it. So why did no one believe it? Amelia was right. If they tested again, it would prove the truth.